Friday, 15 August 2014

Immigration, of course

Readers of a delicate disposition should look away now. Despite the description of Dan Hannan by a fellow blogger as a 'buttoned-up cockvirgin' Dan continues nevertheless to produce mostly sensible largely readable opinion pieces that oh-so-carefully place him to the right of Dave whilst avoiding even a hint of repeating UKIP-shaded pub opinion. The sub-text of his latest in the Telegraph is Why are we turning away Australian brain surgeons but allowing in Romanian pickpockets - but being by Dan, doesn't actually quite say this.

Of course, being in the construction industry, I see things from a slightly different perspective. When an English site labourer with only one eye whom I suspect of eating feral pigeons gets three texts a day from his agency with immediate offers of alternative employment, you know construction activity is on the up. His Moldovan replacement can not only use small power tools safely but doesn't leave feathers and bits of pigeon wing behind the Welfare unit. OK, Moldova may not be in the EU but he has a Hungarian passport and that's good enough for the principal contractor. I thought of trying my few words of Magyar on him, but he was doing such a brilliant job of sweeping the compound I thought 'let sleeping dogs fart'. For me, it's not eastern Europeans that are the immigration problem - they graft hard, endure filthy site conditions, live ten to a room, drink voddy to numb the crap and mostly leave the wildlife alone. Except the swans. 

And they're not the ones filling up the instant Housing Association slums that have arisen from the rubble of decent 18th and 19th century London suburban pubs, not the ones crowding out the maternity wards, not the ones filling schools with kids who can hardly speak a word of English and not the ones dragging broken-wheeled snide Vuitton shopping trolleys filled with yams and plantains from the ethnic market. As much as I support and defend the Commonwealth, in my part of London it's Commonwealth immigration that's the burden, not eastern European.

But each part of the country, and every person's experience, is different. Dan may have been leered at by Romanian teens while using a cashpoint - I just don't know.  

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

A bloody weekend in the country ...

"Cherie? It's me. No, still in the apartment in Sharm El Sheik - the Lear jet is landing this afternoon and I should be at Northolt by six. Look, Abdel is having a spot of bother at the moment .... what? Yes, al-Sisi. We had drinks last night. Those wretched reptiles are after him for killing some terrorist protesters....no, only a thousand or so, hardly worth counting ... yes, but you know how dangerous those Egyptian women and children can be, and their university students are really frightening; they keep showing me their bottoms. Can Abdel stay the weekend with us at Wotton Lodge? Pub lunch on Sunday? .... What? Well where did you thank that last mill and a half came from? He's a good chum ..Yes Ok love you too..."

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Greedy Prat MP resigns to spend more time with his money

Who on earth does Mark Simmonds imagine sympathises with his whinge that he can't get away with overclaiming expenses? Only bankers and bloated, overpaid local government chief executives I'd imagine. Well, we, Parliament and his constituents are well rid of this acquisitive little piece of ordure - let him make his gold commercially if he can, and not by robbing the taxpayer.

Simmonds typifies the wholly self-interested sort of career politician who enters Parliament only to enrich and empower himself. We're all well rid of him.

With the loss of both Simmonds and Warsi, an incompetent drug who screwed up everything she touched, the Parliamentary Tories have just become marginally better. So c'mon, lets have more of a clear-out of the tossers, the useless wasters, the EUphiles, the careerists, the thieves and the evaders of justice. The broom is hardly yet inside the door of this Augean stable. 

Monday, 11 August 2014

ISIS will destroy the House of Saud

I've never seen an episode of Game of Thrones, but I'll bet somewhere in the series is a fat, bloated, wealthy, corrupt absolute monarch who deludes himself that his expensive army makes him invulnerable, and therefore free to provoke insurrection and unrest in other kingdoms. Such in reality is the House of Saud, covert promoters and sustainers of the Sunni bigots in the Islamic Civil War, and secret supporters of ISIS - for as long as those barbaric butchers exercise their terror and destruction elsewhere than the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

The problem is that ISIS have grown beyond their control, and have vowed to take control of the Holy Places of Mecca and Medina. And when they do, the fat pederasts that are the princes of the House of Saud will be impaled on sharpened stakes through their arses.

Whilst we fly bottled water from the UK to northern Iraq, the thirty C-130 Hercs (below) of the Saudi Air Force sit idle on the runway - for the Saudis would also be happy to see the Yezidi exterminated, along with the Shi'a. Nor will their ground-attack jets knock out ISIS forces. But their support from the US is waning, as that nation becomes less dependent on Saudi oil, and the Saud state is so corrupt, so rotten and so dependent on non-Saudis with no loyalty to the fat sheikhs that it is ripe for pushing-over. They will reap as they sow.